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[starspangledhero]

[ When the comm clicks on, America is looking a bit more hippie-ish than usual. At least he's clean now, but he's wearing beads galore, everything on him is painted or dyed, and he has some paint splashed on his face. ]

The People In Charge are givin' me my gifts, slowly but surely! Look-- the beads! Oh, and a whole tie-dye kit, and a box of chapstick! And now there's these things.

[ He sets aside the communicator as he sits on the floor Indian-style. America holds up one of the crystals to his face. He's staring very, very intently at it.

And then he licks it. ]

I wish I could turn into a buffalo. I wish I could turn into a buffalo. I wish--

[ MEMORY TIME YEAH. Anyone watching this video, you can now see the Roswell incident. I'd go hunt down the video but I'm lazy. Have a nice view of America coming across his alien bestie, Tony, who comes to comfort America after being distraught that no one would tell him about the aliens. ...Welcome to Hetalia, guys.

America's grinning, but he does appear a little exasperated. ]

C'mon, magic crystals! Gimme buffalo powers! Don't just show me stuff I've already done! Can't you even bring Tony here? Maybe this one is defective.

[ Another crystal is pulled from who-knows-where. He's probably been collecting them all day in hopes that they will give him powers and/or get him high. This time, instead of licking it, he shakes it like a snowglobe. ]

C'mooooooonnnnn magic buffalo powers!

[ America doesn't get magic buffalo powers. He gets a particular scene from the Revolutionary War. Namely, 2:52-4:30. Watching England cry over him is exactly what he wanted today. Except not. He wants his fucking buffalo powers.

Anyone watching may also care to notice that his grin has slipped away and his face has gone pretty blank. ]

Ah... this one's... broken too.

[ He tosses is behind him, grabbing a much smaller one from his pocket. It's probably too small to see what's going on with it, but as one of his hands fumbles to turn off the communicator, you can hear one last thing from it (because I am a depressing person):

"Can I call you Big Bwother?" ]

[ooc: I haven't seen Higurashi and I dunno the rules on multiple memories, but if this is wrong beyond all reason, just lemme know and I can fix it ;w;b ]

Comments

[starspangledhero]

[ eating with his hands like a two-year-old ]

What do we try next?

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ thinking... thinking... ]

I could show you disgusting pictures.

[starspangledhero]

Really? Like what?

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ vanishing for a moment to grab a piece of paper and pen from somewhere in America's apartment. he doodles for a minute, before coming up with:



yes I trolled pixiv for ugly art ]

[starspangledhero]

[ TURNING TO THE SINK AND DRY HEAVING. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ tossing it to the side and watching America, looking somewhat pleased ]

So?

[starspangledhero]

Still h-havin' trouble. Can feel it though.

[ but continuing to dry heave in hopes of throwing it up. ]

WOW I MISSED

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ drawing up another sketch since the first didn't seem to be totally effective. ]

Oi.

[ AND HOLDING IT UP IN ALL IT'S GLORY



OH PIXIV ]

gj amir

[starspangledhero]

WHAT IS THAT?!

[ no seriously, what is that. that sentence might've been a bit garbled because HE IS NOW THROWING UP. gross. there's a rather loud splash in the sink, which America then just. Leans over panting and trying to suppress more dry heaves. ]

don't judge me broski

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

France.

[ said with the tone that one could probably use when addressing a cockroach. & tossing the drawing over his shoulder to make sure America's okay ]

You okay?

I'll judge you and lineface at you to the end of time. or when the pandorica opens.

[starspangledhero]

That was horrible...

[ mumble mumble resting his head against the faucet and heaving again because it's kinda hard to stop once you've started. nothing else comes out and he spits into the sink.

BUT HEY AT LEAST THE CRYSTAL IS OUT. it's just buried in half-digested noodles. ]

leave my keyboard alone!! it's TRYING!!!

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

I suppose I'll make you dinner to make up for all of this.

But only because I feel partially responsible for this mess, and not because I care about your well-being or health.

[starspangledhero]

[ HEAVING AGAIN.

Surely not at the thought of England's cooking.

...That's a lie, if you can't tell. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ LOOKING AT AMERICA WITH SLIGHT CONCERN ]

You can stop thinking about France, now.

[starspangledhero]

Nnnnnggggghhhh.

[ spitting into the sink and sliding to the floor. who ever wants to move when they're puking, seriously. ]

I need soup.

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ whine whine whine. England mutters something about unappreciative stupid children but wanders around trying to find a pot and pan while trying to avoid America's random washers and dryers. ngl the first time I saw you write that I thought you mean the washers from calculus II... ]

[starspangledhero]

[ I HATE CALCULUS I HATE IT I HATE IT DON'T MAKE ME REMEMBER IT.

America remains slumped for a moment before getting back up and trying to pick the crystal out and wash it off. Memory might be playing, because there's a bit of noise coming from it as he washes it off. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ I liked it ;w; but I wasn't so good at it... no matter how hard I tried to be good at it. And England kind of glances over as he compares two cans from the cabinet ]

... Tomato or clam chowder?

[ fuck that Discedo has clam chowder. And England might be watching America with a LOOK. YES, A LOOK. ]

[starspangledhero]

[ That was my life in physics. ]

Chowder!

[ Discedo has clam juice. I know this because America once attacked someone with clam juice at one point. Clam chowder is only a step away. Manhattan clam chowder is actually really good ;w; and A LOOK YOU SAY? America doesn't notice, he's fiddling with the crystal (and he's oblivious as fuck). ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ AND SETTING THE CAN DOWN IN FRONT OF AMERICA or by his side. this is a sign for America to use his superhuman strength to open the can with his BARE HANDS LIKE A BEAR ]

Can't you find a happier one to toy with?

[starspangledhero]

This one isn't so bad.

[ Setting it aside to RIP OFF THE TOP OF THE CAN LIKE THE GODDAMN HEGEMON HE IS. While he's doing that, might hear some familiar things. Yes I'm linking comics. Judge me. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ NOT EVEN COMMENTING. England just pours the can out into whatever pot America has available and turns on the stove if he even has one. goddamnit I don't even know. & it's okay. I've always judged you. behind the scenes ]

It was endearing up until the point you grew insufferably tall.

[starspangledhero]

[ Of course he has a stove IT'S THE 1960s, HIS MICROWAVE IS ~TREASURED TECHNOLOGY~ and I'm comforted by your judging. Only not. America's looking a little offended at that. ]

What's wrong with me being tall?!

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ BUT DOES THE DISCO HAVE STOVES. DO WE HAVE FRIDGES. DO WE HAVE COFFEE BEAN GRINDERS OH GOD THE HUMANITY. And England kind of stares at America like that answer should be obvious. AND IT IS OBVIOUS ]

Your ego grew along with it.

[ secret. that's not the real reason ]

[starspangledhero]

[ THERE WAS A POINT WHERE I KNEW THESE THINGS. I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE. BUT AMERICA WILL FIX IT ALL at least inside Marshall, and that's all that matters. ]

That's because I got awesome as soon as I grew up. But... even back when I was a redcoat and tall, ya still treated me rough! You know, I bet one of these crystals can prove what a jerk you were.

[ Going to sort through all the crystals while his soup heats up. ]